Kissing Killian (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 5)

Chase and Rome wait for a second as I work my magic, and within less than a minute, I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of the silver Mercedes, disabling the tracking system. Why our buyer would want this car after all the exotics on our list is beyond me, but I would be an idiot to turn down the extra cash. All of us need the money.

Roman and Nate can barely keep the auto body shop afloat as it is. And then there’s Chase. His family is like a vampire, each of them sucking him dry until every penny he makes is spent by the time he can stash away a few hundred bucks. Mine is no different. Plus, with school being so expensive, I have to work my ass off, no matter how risky the job.

As the Mercedes roars to life, I wave over my shoulder to Roman, telling him it’s okay to leave. He’s gone before I can back out of the parking space. Checking for cameras or witnesses, I take my time scanning the vacant floor. Not until I hit the second floor do I spot someone.

A girl dressed in high heels, wearing a short black skirt that rides up her thin thighs and a red tank top that matches her lipstick, walks in front of the car. I roll down the window and wave her off, telling her to get the hell out of the way.

Slack-jawed, she stares at me in horror, her eyes as wide as her mouth. She bangs on the hood, her words muffled over the dull hum of the radio blaring through the speakers in the car. Her mouth twists in anger, and it’s sexy-as-fuck the way the corners curl up into a snarl. The clothes attached to her slender frame are so tight they hug each of her curves. For a small girl, she has a nice rack, her tits popping out from the top of her tank.

As she moves to the driver’s side of the car, I take this as my opportunity to get out of her path. The wheels screech on the asphalt, the smell of burnt rubber filling my nostrils as I press my foot to the gas pedal. And somehow, over the sound of the tires, I hear her soft voice clearly.

“Hey, that’s my car,” she yells.

I look at her through the rearview mirror and smile, taking pleasure in the high until it hits me that I know her. Jade Westbrook is a spoiled sorority brat who’s hit on me dozens of times over the years, and I’ve ignored her every single time.

Fuck. Me.

Chapter Two

Jade

This is not happening. Some asshole is stealing my car. In shock, I walk in front of the car, blocking his path, and slam my hands down on the hood. He holds my gaze, and as I stare him down, he doesn’t seem the least bit worried. He should be considering I know him. Well, I don’t know Killian Kade personally, but I know of him, same as most of the people at Strickland University.

He’s popular, but so are all of the guys on the ice hockey team. Of all the jocks on campus, Killian is the most low-key, the one player I never hear anything about. No one ever gets close to him, and I think he prefers it that way. And now, I’m looking directly at him from across the hood, unsure of what to do next.

Since the day he sat next to me during freshman orientation, I’ve had a major crush on him. He borrowed my pen without as much as a second glance in my direction. Well over six feet tall, with tanned skin, the most striking green eyes I’ve ever seen, and black hair that sweeps over his forehead, Killian had my attention the second he walked into the auditorium and slid into the vacant seat next to me.

Back then, I tried talking to him, and he muttered something I couldn’t make out and preceded to play a game on his cell phone. Over the years, I’ve seen him on campus and even tried to talk to him at fraternity parties. Killian never even gave me more than a head nod or one of his cute smirks. And now, the bastard is stealing my car. Oh man, he’s going to pay for this. My dad will have his ass thrown in jail so fast he won’t know what hit him.

But is that what I want? No, not really.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage to get closer to him. Killian must have some kind of motivation for stealing my car. My dad will most likely send over a replacement before the insurance company and police can even investigate the missing car. And it’s not like I even need a car in the city. Yep, I can definitely use this leverage over Killian.